The SUV surged forward, leaving the curb and merging into the airport traffic.

I looked back through the tinted window.

Voss was pointing at our license plate, still talking on his phone.

“He’s going to call the state police,” I said.

“Let him,” Ryker said.

“We are going home.”

“Ryker, he has a valid probate order,” I said, rubbing Lily’s cold hands to warm them.

“If we ignore it, we are technically in contempt.”

“I don’t care about contempt,” Ryker said.

“I care about keeping my family safe.”

He looked down at Owen, who was shivering despite the vehicle’s heater.

“Marco,” Ryker called out.

“Yes, Mr. Steel?”

“Lock down the estate,” Ryker said.

“No one gets past the gate.”

“Already done, sir,” Marco said. “I’ll have the security detail on high alert.”

I pulled out my tablet again and began scrolling through the trust documents.

“There has to be a loophole,” I muttered.

“The trust was drafted under Illinois law five years ago.”

“Find it, Tessa,” Ryker said.

“I need time to figure out what happened to Mara.”